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6/28/2004 03:56:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|Long time, no blog. Sorry. Last night I was on a works outing - we hired the top room of a pub, set up some decks and drank and danced all night. It was fun. I got to play some good tunes, and my set seemed to go down pretty well. When I was walking home, the dawn was breaking in the east. And when I woke up, I discovered a cut and bruise on the small of my back. No idea where it came from. I still seem to have both kidneys, though, so I guess we can rule out involuntary organ donation. Just another Random Pissed Injury. It's like being 21 again... I was thinking this afternoon about a church I visited in trhe Czech Republic some years ago. It was one of the most amazing places I have ever been - the entire place is decorated with bones. Human bones, dug up from the graveyard when it got too full. Oh yes. Some photos: Can you honestly say you can think of anything better than that? Someone has set up a website devoted to it. Have a look. That visit was the same holiday that my friends and I had a gun pulled on us by some drunk middle aged guy in a bar. To this day, I don't know if he was threatening us, trying to sell us the gun or just showing off. In true News Of The World style, we made our excuses and left. I want to go back to the Czech Republic some day. |W|P|108836263142384678|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com6/17/2004 06:24:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|My brother has been nominated for a New Statesman New Media Award. Nice work. I am blogging to:Goldie Lookin' Chain|W|P|108742117501231226|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com6/12/2004 04:35:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|I am aware that this blog has taken on a strong anti-Republican bent in recent days. Good, innit? REPUBLICAN NATIONAL COMMITTEE CONVENTION SCHEDULE New York, NY 6:00 PM Opening Prayer led by the Reverend Jerry Falwell 6:30 PM Pledge of Allegiance 6:35 PM Burning of Bill of Rights (excluding 2nd Amendment) 6:45 PM Salute to the Coalition of the Willing 6:46 PM Seminar #1: Getting Your Kid a Military Deferment 7:30 PM First Presidential Beer Bong 7:35 PM Freedom Fries served 7:40 PM EPA Address #1: Mercury: It's What's for Dinner 8:00 PM Vote on which country to invade next 8:10 PM Call EMTs to revive Rush Limbaugh 8:15 PM John Ashcroft Lecture: The Homos Are After Your Children 8:30 PM Round table discussion on reproductive rights (men only) 8:50 PM Seminar #2: Corporations: The Government of the Future 9:00 PM Condi Rice sings "Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man" 9:05 PM Second Presidential Beer Bong 9:10 PM EPA Address #2: Trees: The Real Cause of Forest Fires 9:30 PM break for secret meetings 10:00 PM Second Prayer led by Cal Thomas 10:15 PM Carl Rove Lecture: Doublespeak Made Simple 10:30 PM Rumsfeld Lecture/Demonstration: How to Squint and Talk Macho Even When You Feel Squishy Inside 10:35 PM Bush demonstration of trademark "deer in headlights" stare 10:40 PM John Ashcroft Demonstration: New Mandatory Kevlar Chastity Belt 10:45 PM Clarence Thomas reads list of Black Republicans 10:46 PM Third Presidential Beer Bong 10:50 PM Seminar #3: Education: A Drain on Our Nation's Economy 11:10 PM Hilary Clinton Pinata 11:20 PM John Ashcroft Lecture: Evolutionists: A Dangerous New Cult 11:30 PM Call EMTs to revive Rush Limbaugh again 11:35 PM Blame Clinton 11:40 PM Laura serves milk and cookies 11:50 PM Closing Prayer led by Jesus Himself 12:00 PM Nomination of George W. Bush as Holy Supreme Planetary Overlord I am blogging to:yourcodenameis:milo|W|P|108698267286181300|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com6/10/2004 05:48:00 PM|W|P|dan|W|P|This is the best platform in any US presidential election ever. Dream ticket! I am blogging to: the sound of brains being chewed|W|P|108685738768283867|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com6/09/2004 05:07:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P| KILLER, COWARD, CONMAN - GOOD RIDDANCE, RONNIE REAGAN MORE PROOF ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG Sunday, June 6, 2004 by Greg Palast You're not going to like this. You shouldn't speak ill of the dead. But in this case, someone's got to. Ronald Reagan was a conman. Reagan was a coward. Reagan was a killer. In 1987, I found myself stuck in a crappy little town in Nicaragua named Chaguitillo. The people were kind enough, though hungry, except for one surly young man. His wife had just died of tuberculosis. People don't die of TB if they get some antibiotics. But Ronald Reagan, big hearted guy that he was, had put a lock-down embargo on medicine to Nicaragua because he didn't like the government that the people there had elected. Ronnie grinned and cracked jokes while the young woman's lungs filled up and she stopped breathing. Reagan flashed that B-movie grin while they buried the mother of three. And when Hezbollah terrorists struck and murdered hundreds of American marines in their sleep in Lebanon, the TV warrior ran away like a whipped dog ... then turned around and invaded Grenada. That little Club Med war was a murderous PR stunt so Ronnie could hold parades for gunning down Cubans building an airport. I remember Nancy, a skull and crossbones prancing around in designer dresses, some of the "gifts" that flowed to the Reagans -- from hats to million-dollar homes -- from cronies well compensated with government loot. It used to be called bribery. And all the while, Grandpa grinned, the grandfather who bleated on about "family values" but didn't bother to see his own grandchildren. The New York Times today, in its canned obit, wrote that Reagan projected, "faith in small town America" and "old-time values." "Values" my ass. It was union busting and a declaration of war on the poor and anyone who couldn't buy designer dresses. It was the New Meanness, bringing starvation back to America so that every millionaire could get another million. "Small town" values? From the movie star of the Pacific Palisades, the Malibu mogul? I want to throw up. And all the while, in the White House basement, as his brain boiled away, his last conscious act was to condone a coup d'etat against our elected Congress. Reagan's Defense Secretary Casper the Ghost Weinberger with the crazed Colonel, Ollie North, plotted to give guns to the Monster of the Mideast, Ayatolla Khomeini. Reagan's boys called Jimmy Carter a weanie and a wuss although Carter wouldn't give an inch to the Ayatolla. Reagan, with that film-fantasy tough-guy con in front of cameras, went begging like a coward cockroach to Khomeini pleading on bended knee for the release of our hostages. Ollie North flew into Iran with a birthday cake for the maniac mullah -- no kidding --in the shape of a key. The key to Ronnie's heart. Then the Reagan roaches mixed their cowardice with crime: taking cash from the hostage-takers to buy guns for the "contras" - the drug-runners of Nicaragua posing as freedom fighters. I remember as a student in Berkeley the words screeching out of the bullhorn, "The Governor of the State of California, Ronald Reagan, hereby orders this demonstration to disburse" ... and then came the teargas and the truncheons. And all the while, that fang-hiding grin from the Gipper. In Chaguitillo, all night long, the farmers stayed awake to guard their kids from attack from Reagan's Contra terrorists. The farmers weren't even Sandinistas, those 'Commies' that our cracked-brained President told us were 'only a 48-hour drive from Texas.' What the hell would they want with Texas, anyway? Nevertheless, the farmers, and their families, were Ronnie's targets. In the deserted darkness of Chaguitillo, a TV blared. Weirdly, it was that third-rate gangster movie, "Brother Rat." Starring Ronald Reagan. Well, my friends, you can rest easier tonight: the Rat is dead. Killer, coward, conman. Ronald Reagan, good-bye and good riddance. |W|P|108672530600396235|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com6/07/2004 03:25:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|Our trip to London was pretty good. Got in on the Wednesday afternoon, and found that the hotel Es had booked online was far too good for the likes of us - pretty fancy and in the heart of Westminster. I spent all the time I was there with a vague feeling of unease that we were about to be found out and ejected. We met Mike & Jess (& Richard from PP) in the famous Crobar that night -the bar was good, after hearing so much about it. 2000AD artwork on the walls and AC/DC on the stereo. Ate far too much in a veggie buffet place and finished the night in the Intrepid Fox. The next day we went to the Hopper exhibition at the Tate Modern. A couple of my favourite paintings of his were missing, but it was still very worthwhile. It was especially interesting to see a lot of his pencil roughs and sketches compared to the finished paintings. That night was the main event though. Oh wow. The Pixies were so good. I guess it would be easy for a bunch of forty year olds to do their reunion tour in a really half arsed way and pocket the cash, but they played like men (and a woman) possessed. They tore through almost thirty songs in an hour and a half, and had the guts that most bands only on their first record have long since left behind. One of my top ten gigs ever, easily. NME.com has the setlist if you're interested. Classic after classic after classic. And the support act was the drummer doing his magic show, dressed in a white coat and coming on like a cross between some 50s B movie mad scientist and Beaker from the Muppets. Brilliant. We went to Highgate Cemetery the next day and met a friendly fox in the sunshine. And that was that. I am blogging to: Sonic Youth|W|P|108654802985547691|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com6/02/2004 02:46:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|One more reason to hate rich people: Insane right wing idiots want to declare fox hunting a religion. As someone who grew up in and loves Devon, I am personally offended by these horrible, horrible people. I promise that we are not all selfish Tory-voting racist scumbags (and yes, I do realise those three adjectives are tautologous). The only way I would like to see hunting sanctioned would be if they get to chase and rip each other up with dogs, braying at the thrill of it all. In a few months, the issue would just go away of its own accord. There might be a problem with bits of dismembered toff strewn through the hedgerows, but maybe we could feed them to the local foxes or something. And the Countryside Alliance can sod off too. I am blogging to:New Model Army|W|P|108611219937657569|W|P||W|P|danpawley@gmail.com